OK, I can come to grips with it.
Vincent is
9 months old. That's three-quarters of a YEAR. That's toddler-in-training territory. That's terrifying!
(I alliterate when I'm anxious, can you tell?)
The whole "how do they grow up so fast" sentiment is overused and I'm sure you'll agree with me about it, so I'll get to the specifics. We have survived 9 months of getting to know each other, forming our family dynamic and we're pretty pleased with the whole deal. Our son sleeps well (
it's rare for him to wake during the night) and is growing at an appropriate rate. He eats like a champ. His Grandma calls him "a fooder" and I think he's never tried something in his mouth that he didn't like.
The problem is that he is reluctant to swallow something if it is offered at mealtimes. Piece of lint on the floor? He'll down that with gusto! Attractive, lovingly prepared homemade mash of veggies or fruit? Gah. The expression on his face when you strap him into a seat and offer him a spoonful of deliciousness is priceless. He presses his lips shut and wiggles sideways and fights you about the first bite. ONLY the first bite. Once it's in, he grimaces with a mixture of horror and delight and then regains his senses, ready to snarf down anything edible on his tray. Then he follows it up with a side of inedibles.
This kid
loves his food. He'd love your food too, if you let him see it. So why does he clam up and give me the furiously shaking "NO!" face every single time when I approach him with that first bite?
He does that because he's human.
I made a crude analogy to my own experience as we are preparing to move into our new home. I've been presented with this wonderful experience and I refuse to open up and enjoy it. I squirm and fight and complain... and yet I'm famished and can't wait to fill up on the goodies. I've caught myself acting like this before, when I found the man of my dreams, when I was expecting the baby of our dreams. It's just my selfish, scaredy cat nature telling me that I won't like it.
I just need to get past that first bite.
